Of mutants, this much we know to be true. Some can fly. Some can teleport. Some can move objects with their mind. And I, well I can turn five dollar bills into popsicles.

Should you ever crave a fudgsicle, no matter the time nor the place, you need not look for a seven eleven, if I am near you and you have a fiver. Soccer moms, should you forget itwas your turn to provide this week's snack, fear not. As long as I am there and you have enough five dollar bills for each player there will be push up pops for everyone. This is my gift. This is my destiny. I am Mr. Popsicle.

Of course, there are a few stipulations. I will not use my gift for evil means. Do not rob a bank of all it's fives and expect me to make you a million rocket pops. I will not. If you are under the age of eighteen, there is a limit of only one popsicle before dinner. You do not get to be a superhero like me by spoiling your appetite and eating unhealthily. Even Mr. Popsicle needs to eat a balanced nutrious meal. Also, I can make as many popsicles as you want as long as you have the five dollar bills and those five dollar bills were acquired by legal means and you are not under the age of eighteen and about to eat dinner-but I can not make a box to put them in.

So, think wisely and with your heart when I and a large number of fives are in your presence. For, as much as my power is a gift, I warn you now if you are overzealous it will be a curse.